Hope
I make myself a noose of despair
as I stand on this chair made of hope;
I fix the noose around my neck
and pull taut on the rope.
As I kick hope away, despair grabs my throat
causing my neck to give;
Because without hope, despair always wins
killing the spirit to live.
by
secretpoetposted on 07/11/2007
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